Days were passing blissfully for Justus with his mother. He couldn’t contain his happiness when Ritha handed her small sword to him. He made some incoherent patterns in the air with the help of his mother and squealed in delight. He had seen his father with a big sword at times and his little heart bursted with joy holding a small replica of it.

　　His smile was defying the sunshine easily and seeing her son smile, Ritha’s heart felt that all the dangers of the palace were worth it.

　　Justus’s wounds from the day of arrow attack were healed but they had left their impressions on his soft hands. Right...